125 Dirty, Little Lies

Inhale… Exhale.

Inhale… Exhale.

Inhale… Exh… Shit! This wasn't helping, she still felt like throwing up.

This was harder than she'd thought, harder than anything she's ever done and was going to do… This was easily a death sentence.

As much as she tried, she couldn't even remember any of the words that had been written in the paper Alfredo had handed her last night. She had stayed up all night trying to read them but with every word her brain assimilated, it was immediately followed by a staggering headache. 

Annalise had to constantly remind herself that she was doing all of these for Vittoria and Leah and Nadia's sake. They all mattered and didn't deserve to be dragged into a distraction this messy. Her eyes met Luciana's across the room giving out instructions to a domestic workersm and immediately, Annalise caught her eyes. She gave Annalise an encouraging smile before turning to what she had been saying to the servant.